I used to get SO angry at T. And I almost never get angry at anyone, ever, so it felt really weird. And he didn't do ANYTHING.

I remember that I would be standing in the shower, and would suddenly be filled with this WAVE of anger and would say out loud "you're such an *********, T!". And MEAN it!

It's faded over time, as I've worked through things, and learned how to be angry at the "right" people, at least sometimes. Anger was always the scariest emotion to me, and I think on some subconscious level, I knew that T was a safe place to try it out.

I still almost never feel angry, and I suspect that there is still a lot of buried anger that I'll need to work through. But for a long time, T was this really safe place to try it out...he never got angry back at me (at least not openly!), he never sent me away. He listened and helped me, and that's just what I needed.